Singtra [#2]

Sound-poem,
where is any word complete nonsense.

How would you describe,
when absolute blisssssssss
meets extreme principles
of clashing reality mirror-clear vision
- floating -
in frozen air like penetrating arrows
directing my attention to
gorgeoussssssssssoundsssssssssss
which I intercepted once upon in a time
in velvet winter-night
aside rails
crushing in microspheres of perception
- metal to metal -
In special conditions
- acoustic phenomena -
absolute beauty sliding through spine.
In the stars I have seen
- whirrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrling -
echoes of sssqueeking wheelsss
- transport-trains -
fragmented into single vagons,
each to sent for its own destiny …
Space to travel.
Somewhere.
Sometimes.
Emitted signal of hope
- in between lines -
singing trains
I heard
one night, loooooooooooooooooooonG
agooooooooooooooooooo. . . . . .
And - I - still - remember!
How cold I was,
while recording …
Listen to the sounds,
as it is.
How it is.
While you listen.
Listen.

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[there is no spoken word employed within this sound-piece!)